#sobbing and crying I need to watch this again

[prosypepper]

sensitive ft. toji fushiguro

to be as strong and high-spirited as you are, toji was definitely caught off-guard when he found you crying for the first time.

it didn’t happen on purpose, either. there was no sign as to why you’d be upset, you hadn’t told him anything all day that could even lead to you being so sad, sobbing hysterically into his pillow.

but that didn’t matter. all toji understood was that you were upset, sad, angry, something; and he needed to make it better. so there he stood, frozen in his tracks for a while, an unfamiliar pang in his chest at your cries—the sound alone almost upset him, for some reason.

you didn’t notice toji until he slid into bed behind you, easily scooping up your body in his arms and moving you around to rest on his chest, your arms still grasping the pillow. your cries got even harder for a second at the realization toji had you.

“hey, hey,” toji spoke, calmly, soft, “what’s wrong, babydoll?”

toji’s brows furrowed when you only sniffled and hyperventilated for a minute, chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath—to no avail. if it wasn’t for you practically melting into his touch, he would’ve thought he was making the situation even worse.

“baby,” toji whispered, waiting for a moment before pressing your head into the middle of his chest, “breathe.” his palm ran over your head repeatedly, taking big, deep breaths of his own in hopes you’d follow after. he could feel your tears soaking through his shirt, making big, wet spots, but at that moment, he cared for nothing more than to make you feel better.

like magic, your breathing began to slow down, sniffles becoming less frequent, the clutch you had on the pillow softening. toji took a big sigh of relief at that. he held you like that for a solid fifteen minutes, gently rocking you back and forth with his body.

yet toji didn’t count the minutes, he just stayed. stayed until you stopped crying, until your breathing was back to normal, until there was no sign of woe in the room. he rested his chin atop your head for a little, stroking your arm with his fingertips.

“you okay?” toji asked, almost awkwardly, when obviously, you were not okay.

“mhm,” you hummed, eyes open and staring at the window next to your shared bed.

“hey,” toji repeated, drawing his head back, your sad, wet eyes attracted to his like magnets, “none of that. what’s wrong?” just the simple question caused tears to well up in your eyes again, but you blinked them away and sighed.

“don’t know,” you said, resting your head on his chest by yourself that time, “overwhelmed, i guess. and i watched a sad movie. everything jus’ got to me at once.”

toji frowned, knowing he had no idea that life was piling up on you—and he hadn’t done anything to help beforehand.

“‘m sorry, baby,” he apologized, pecking a kiss to the top of your head, “didn’t know you were so stressed.”

“it’s not your fault, toji,” you replied, nuzzling into his chest, “i just suck at communicating.”

“that makes two of us,” he paused, thinking deeply about what to say next, “you can tell me whatever. scream, cry, hit me, i don’t care.”

“toji, i’m not gonna hit you,” you giggled, a smile finally creeping on your face—the smile toji had been waiting for since he first saw you so upset.

and for once in his life, with you in his arms, toji thought he was doing something right.

[hitomisuzuya]

clit overstim with scara??? this is really vague but i love how you write these things

scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. clit play. overstimulation. degradation. praise. cunnilingus. dom!scara

thank you very much❤️ scara would be like a rabid dog when he comes to overstimulation😳 i enjoyed writing this.

scaramouche is practically salivating at the sight of the wet, whining mess on his bed. your legs are shaking and spread, your hands clutching at the sheets as his elegant fingers explore your clit.

"look at you twitch," scaramouche marvels, rolling your poor, swollen clit between the pads of his fingers. it's obvious from the smirk on his face that he is toying with you, getting off on watching you squirm, "let's see how much you can take before this pretty pussy," keeping your clit between his fingers, he taps it with his thumb, "is squirting and clenching around nothing."

he laughs shakily as you whine, your hips rocking up in a desperate struggle to chase the friction. "i..i can cum now?" you manage hazily, your head spinning as stronger jolts of pleasure hum on your clit. he'd been keeping you dangling on the edge for what felt like hours.

scaramouche snorts softly at your tone. "did i say that? do you forget who is in charge here?" sighing, he flicks your clit.

your hips jerk off the bed as the dull ache of overstimulation floods your body. your walls squeeze so tight around nothing, and your eyes wander down to his leaking cock. it's just as much torture not having it inside you.

grasping your chin, he turns your head towards him again. "look at me while i am playing with you, slut," he hisses, delivering a firmer tap to your clit. your eyes water as pleasure bursts white hot behind your eyes. you choke out a sob of pleasure, turning your cheek into his hand.

satisfied with your submission, scaramouche drops his hand from your cheek and moves down between your legs. "say it. i want to hear it from your pretty mouth who is charge here," the tip of his tongue flicks out across your clit. he groans softly as the taste of your juices saturates his tongue.

he flattens his tongue, kitten licking your throbbing clit agonizingly slow. his electric eyes are narrowed in an expectant glare up at you. when all you could do is moan, struggling to grind your clit on his tongue, he sighs impatiently. "speak, whore. use that pretty mouth of yours. or have you gone dumb?"

scooping your clit into his mouth, his sucks are suddenly ravenous. you gasp in pleasure, your shaking hands releasing the sheets to find the back of his head. "you! it's you who is in charge!" you cry out, tugging on his hair as you press his mouth down onto your pussy.

scaramouche muffles a moan into your cunt, his cock pulsing between his legs. "that's fucking right. good girl, that's exactly what i want to hear," he swirls his tongue around and around your clit, his licks making you see stars. "you know your place."

his hands find your hips, squeezing them possessively as he holds you down on the bed. it's jarring moments like this that he realizes how much he needs you. you stroke his ego and validate him. make him feel needed. he is so frustratingly in love with you.

tears starts to fall from your eyes as you card your fingers through his hair. scaramouche practically purrs into your pussy. "please, may i have permission to cum? please?" you whimper, your orgasm is so close you can taste it.

but scaramouche has this incredible talent to keep you on the edge until he decides it's time.

he moans at your words. "fuck, the way you are asking for permission," his cock nearly spills cum onto the sheets right then. "patience, slut. i fucking love the way you cry."

his cock pulses harder seeing your lower lip trembled as you whimper. "keep crying like that and i just may let you cum."

[woso-story]

Better Boyfriend Than Him - Part Seven

Alexia Putellas x Reader - Other Parts

The moment you saw her sitting there, something inside you snapped.

You didn’t want to see Alexia. Not now. Not ever.

It felt like everything that had happened was her fault. You knew that wasn’t true, not really, but it was easier to blame her than to face the truth. If she hadn’t started dancing with you. If she hadn’t looked at you like that. If she hadn’t made you feel something that you weren’t supposed to feel—

Then maybe none of this would have happened.

Maybe Luis wouldn’t have cheated on you.

But deep down, a bitter voice whispered, this was all on you.

You had ruined your own relationship.

You didn’t spend enough time with him.

You didn’t give him what he wanted, what he needed.

He told you that himself.

And he was right.

You were the failure.

The person who always got it wrong.

And now, you were falling apart right in front of everyone.

Your body was trembling, hands shaking so badly that you had to clutch your arms just to steady yourself. Tears streamed down your face, but you barely even registered them. You could hear voices—someone saying your name, a hand reaching out to you—but it all felt distant.

You were drowning in your own thoughts, spiraling so fast that you couldn’t stop it.

Then Mapi was in front of you, gripping your shoulders, eyes filled with concern.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice gentle but firm.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

Ingrid hovered nearby, looking between you and Mapi, completely lost on what to do.

And Alexia—she just sat there, staring at you, looking just as lost.

She had never seen you like this before. No one had.

You were always so put together. Always in control.

But right now?

You were breaking.

“Hey,” Mapi tried again, giving your arm a small squeeze. “Talk to me.”

Your lips trembled, and when you finally spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper.

“…It’s my fault.”

Mapi’s brows furrowed. “What?”

You swallowed, squeezing your eyes shut.

Say it. Just say it.

“It’s my fault,” you said louder, your voice shaking.

Mapi’s grip on you tightened. “What do you mean? What’s your fault?”

And then, the words ripped out of you.

“Luis cheated on me! And it’s all my fault!”

The room went completely still.

For a second, no one said anything.

Then, as if the weight of your own words crashed into you, a sob tore from your throat, and you collapsed into Mapi’s arms.

She caught you instantly, pulling you close, holding you tightly as you broke.

You were crying so hard that your whole body shook, your sobs echoing through the apartment. Mapi didn’t say anything at first. She just held you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, whispering softly in Spanish—words you couldn’t even process through your grief.

Ingrid and Alexia exchanged a shocked look.

Neither of them had expected that.

Ingrid glanced toward the kitchen, then back at Mapi, who was holding you protectively. She nodded toward the other room, silently telling Alexia to follow her.

Alexia hesitated, her gaze still locked on you, but eventually, she forced herself to stand and walked into the kitchen with Ingrid.

The moment they were alone, Ingrid let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe this.”

Alexia was still staring toward the living room, her jaw clenched.

Luis.

That bastard.

How could he do this to you?

You were everything. So strong. So passionate. So full of fire.

And now you were in the other room, completely shattered because of him.

Alexia’s hands curled into fists.

“He’s an idiot,” Ingrid muttered.

Alexia nodded immediately, her voice tight. “Yeah. He is.”

How could anyone throw away someone like you?

And worse—how could you think this was your fault?

Alexia could still hear your sobs, and it made something twist painfully in her chest.

Ingrid exhaled, shaking her head. “I’ll make some tea. It might help calm her down.”

Alexia didn’t respond.

She just kept watching.

Watching as Mapi held you. Watching as you cried harder than she had ever seen anyone cry before.

Watching as you broke.

She had never seen you like this.

And she hated it.

---

By the time Ingrid brought the tea into the living room, your sobs had turned into quiet sniffles. You leaned back slightly, wiping at your face, your fingers still shaking.

Ingrid placed the cup into your hands, offering you a small, gentle smile. “Here. It’ll help.”

You nodded, your voice hoarse. “Thank you.”

Ingrid sat beside you, placing a comforting hand on your leg. “We’re here for you, okay?”

You nodded again, swallowing back another sob. “I know. Thank you.”

Then, slowly, you glanced up—

And locked eyes with Alexia.

She was standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable.

For some reason, seeing her made your stomach twist with embarrassment.

You hated that she had seen you like this.

But there was no taking it back now.

Alexia hesitated before stepping forward.

When she spoke, her voice was softer than you had ever heard it.

“You shouldn’t think this is your fault.”

You swallowed, gripping your tea tighter.

Alexia sat down across from you, her eyes burning into yours.

“Luis is the one at fault,” she continued. “Not you. Never you.”

You looked down, blinking back fresh tears. “Thank you.”

And you meant it.

You didn’t know what you would have done if you hadn’t come here.

If they hadn’t been here.

These three women—Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia—were the only people you had right now.

And you were so, so grateful.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of soft conversations and quiet comfort.

At some point, someone put on a movie, and you all curled up on the couch together.

Mapi on one side of you, Ingrid on the other.

And Alexia?

She sat nearby, her eyes flickering toward you every so often, a small crease between her brows.

She wasn’t teasing.

She wasn’t flirting.

She was just watching.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like you had to pretend you were okay.

For the first time, you let yourself just… exist.

[littelovelunette]

Hii, do you think you could write a vi x fem!reader comfort fic where reader’s parents aren’t that supportive of their relationship cause they’re lesbians? And Vi just comforts the reader?

I’m sorry I just sort of needed this… my mother isn’t really supportive of me liking girls…

Bringing You Home

Vi x Fem!Reader

Contains homophobic parents

"She said she'll disown me if I don't break things off with you," you sobbed against Vi's neck.

"Shh," Vi cradled you close.

Her hand ran down your back lovingly, she pulled you close resting her chin on your head. You couldn't stop crying. Vi was your everything. She was your absolute life.

Your parents had controlled every aspect of your life and now Vi too? You couldn't let them but you couldn't afford to get kicked to the streets? You were broke as a joke.

"What am i gonna do?" You sobbed to Vi.

"You don't have to make any sudden decisions," Vi whispered.

You could hear the strained pain in Vi's voice. She was upset about this too. She didn't want you to be at a dispute with your family because of her.

She couldn't handle the guilt churning in her stomach like an inevitable sickness. "Fuck," she groaned.

You sniffled, "Vi, what am I really gonna do?"

You looked up at her, face reddened and tear streaked, your hair was sticking to the damp surface of your forehead and cheeks.

"Oh, my baby," she caressed you before pulling you close again, your face resting against her chest.

"I don't want to live like this—" you sniffled. "Constantly being wary whether my parents are gonna lash out on you when I bring you home. Why did they have to be so homophobic?"

Vi pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Maybe you should take some time to think over 'us'."

"Us? What's there to think?" You asked, blinking at her confused.

"You know... Since your parents don't really like me, maybe it's better we—"

"We are not breaking up over that, Violet." You snapped.

Vi sighed, bringing you close, she caressed your hair. As you melted into Vi's touch, you wondered what would've happened if you just told you mother that you were gonna be with Vi no matter what.

"You wanna stay over at mine tonight?" Vi asked her voice soft and gentle.

You nodded, letting your face lean into her chest. "That would be nice."

"Okay, then, you stay right here and I'll go order some takeout, okay?" Vi got up.

"Don't go..." You grabbed her jacket sleeve.

V chuckled and sat back down next to you. "Okay, then. How about this, I go order the food and you go into my bedroom and put on a movie to take your pretty mind off these bullshits, hm?"

You let out a small hum of approval and got up from the couch, walking into Vi's bedroom. You got in bed, cozying yourself there.

You could see Vi standing at the doorway of her bedroom as she ordered. You grabbed the TV remote, putting on a movie and sighing.

Your mind was still heavy with the thoughts of your homophobic mother. What would she say if she saw you like this? In Vi's bed?

"Hey, sweetheart, want fries with your cheeseburger?" Vi asked.

"Huh? Y-yeah." You forced out a smile.

Vi noticed your forced smile, eyebrows furrowing slightly. She finished ordering and walked upto you. "Baby, what's on your mind?" She sat down beside you.

"Just thinking what mum would've said." You mumbled.

"Following your heart is never wrong, love. You have the right to choose the person you date." Vi said, "It's not a crime to love a woman. Women are beautiful."

You laughed a little hearing that. "I know. I don't want to disappoint my parents. Don't get me wrong we are not that close. But again, I have no other choice. I live with them. With their money."

Vi nodded and pulled you close to herself. "You take your time with this, okay?"

"Let's just watch the movie." You mumbled and Vi wanted to say something but she didn't. She didn't want to rush you when you weren't ready.

As you both enjoyed the movie and food, you found yourself relaxing in Vi's arms. Every deep breath was laced with Vi's soft scent, and whatever cheap cologne she wore. You still liked it.

When it was 8:00 PM, you were sitting between Vi's legs as she did your hair. Her fingers were gentle and soothing on your scalp. Your phone rung.

Your blood ran cold when you saw it was your mother.

"Are you gonna pick it up?" Vi asked softly.

You didn't answer. You couldn't. Your tongue felt dry, too dry. You raised a hand and picked your phone up, slowly pressing it to your ear.

"Hey, mom." You greeted, voice a little hoarse from nervousness.

"Where are you, young lady?" She snapped.

"I'm... I'm at Violet's—"

"What did I tell you about dating that... That faggot!?" Your mother screeched from the other line.

"Mom, do not call her that. Please." You said firmly before adding. "I, I love her mom and if you can't accept that, I'm sorry, I don't care. This is my life. I've always done what you wanted me to do. Always. This one thing, this relationship, means so much to me and I really can't let you take this away from me, too."

For a long moment there was just silence.

Vi was shocked you spoke to your mother in that tone, it wasn't flat or anything. Simply emotionless.

"Get your things, young lady. I am not raising a girl who likes girls." You could hear the tears in her voice when she hung up.

"She's upset." You told Vi.

Vi sighed, bringing you close and burying her face in the curve of your neck. "What are you gonna do now?"

"I don't know. She literally just... Is gonna kick me out."

"Move in with me." Vi said suddenly, hands playing with the fabric of your hoodie.

"What?" You sputtered. "I couldn't possibly—"

"I insist." Vi said, arms tightening around you. You leaned your head back.

"Hm... you're so sweet." You smiled at her.

Vi smirked against your skin. "Uh-huh, figure of speech or literally?"

You rolled your eyes. "We gotta go get my things then."

"Is it gonna be a lot of things?" Vi asked.

"Mhm. Better take your car." You giggled and Vi got up, car keys jingling as she was already at the door.

"You're gonna go looking like that?" You asked your voice now playful. Vi looked in the mirror and ruffled her hair up, putting a cap on.

"Eh." She shrugged before heading out the door.

You smiled to yourself. With Vi by your side, you could overcome anything.

[bluelizard100]

Short continuation of my poly!141 yummy

First punishment 💔

Warnings: Kidnapping, obsession I think, spanking, forced cuddling

John held you firmly over his thighs, his palm coming down sharply against your bare ass.

Simon caught you escaping on your third day with them, and the boys were not happy at all.

Kyle had to take Johnny to another room. He was livid, but seeing you cry from your punishment would’ve broken his heart worse than the fact that you tried to leave.

John tugged your jeans and your panties down, scolding at you to hush when you shouted at him to stop. It doesn’t mater that you’re shy, that you don’t want them to see these parts of you; they’d see soon enough anyway, and bad girls need to learn somehow.

John was firm and unsympathetic as he spanked you, ignoring your pleas for mercy. You did this to yourself, darling. Breakin’ our hearts trying to leave us… need a proper lesson.

Simon, the bulky, terrifying brute whose face you haven’t even seen, sat crouched in front of yours, wiping the snot and tears from your face with tissues and petting your hair. He was the last person you’d expect to be comforted by, but there he was, drying your tears and cooing at you.

I know, sweetheart. ‘S a lot, I know. Shhh, I know it hurts… I know you’re scared, know y’r not a bad girl. ‘S okay, doll, me n’ the team’ll take care o’ ya.

John’s palm came down over and over, turning your backside red and hot. He wasn’t gentle, didn’t try to go easy on you even though it was your first offense. He was firm, blocking out your sobs because he knew if he heard your pleas, his resolve would crumble. By the time he decided you had enough, he had you limp over his lap and bawling, unable to control your tears.

“There now,” John hummed, “took your punishment like a good girl. Gonna try that again? Hm?”

A weak shake of your head was all he needed.

They didn’t let you up yet. John held you over his lap so he could soothe the sting while Simon went to retrieve aloe (and the sergeants).

Kyle was very disappointed in you for trying to escape, and he made that clear to you before. Johnny was furious, feeling so betrayed. How could you leave them? It had only been three days, yeah, but they were so good to you those three days. Why would you even want to leave?

Now, though, seeing you laying over John’s thighs like a wet noodle had them softening. Your ass was bright red, and they could make out a few welts raised on your skin.

They could all share a bit of empathy, Johnny specifically; after his brain injury, he’d have these… spells. Nothing made sense, everything was foggy, and he just couldn’t think. He never told anyone about it, just let his anger build up each time, until one day Simon bent him over the arm of their couch and belted him until he was forced to spill his guts, unable to keep to himself anymore.

Johnny couldn’t be mad anymore, not when you looked so worn out and sad.

Kyle wasn’t that upset… you learned your lesson, after all. No reason to beat a dead horse.

Johnny peppered kisses over your tear-streaked face while Simon massaged the cool aloe gel into your burning skin. John rubbed your lower back, traced your spine with the tips of his fingers. Kyle, when he could manage to get Johnny off you, gave you little sips of water and promised you everything would be okay, reassured you they weren’t mad anymore.

Finally, after John had pulled your pants back up and Simon helped you stand up from over John’s knees, the four men watched pityingly as you scurried away to find a place to hide; a scolded puppy with her tail tucked between her legs.

Simon, John, and Kyle all knew you were just embarrassed and needed some time. Johnny, though, couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t try to escape again.

He followed you, found you squished between the bed and the wall in his room. He had given up his room so you’d have your own space until you got used to living with them, and was bunking with Kyle in the meantime.

“C’mere” was all he had said before he dragged you out from your hiding spot, not even acknowledging your frantic kicking and wailing.

He didn’t care that you were scared, didn’t care that you were embarrassed. You were their girl now, their sweet angel, and he couldn’t let you get away from them.

It didn’t matter to him right now that you thought he was trying to hurt you. He’ll show you he’s safe, that they’re all safe.

“Need a good cuddle, aye?”

And then you were squished between the mattress and him. He laid on top of you, used your chest as his pillow.

“I ken it’s embarrassin’, bonnie. Dinnae worry yer pretty head, alright? We know what ya need, and we’ll make sure you get it.”

You couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be comforting or not. After just being fucking spanked like a child, it sounded more like a threat than anything.

He was heavy on top of you, kept you from squirming away but made sure you could still breathe. At first it was panic inducing, being trapped underneath one of your kidnappers. Once it was clear he wasn’t going to try anything, though, once you realized you could still take full breaths, he had the same effect as a weighted blanket.

He fell asleep on top of you, and while you tried to fight sleep, you were truly exhausted. For the first time in the three days you had been here, you felt safe enough to get real sleep.

You couldn’t really trust that you wouldn’t be harmed, but Johnny’s weight and body heat comforted the reptilian part of your brain, assured your primordial survival instincts that you were tucked away somewhere safe, hidden from predators.

Exhaustion overtook your body and your eyelids grew too heavy to hold open.

Safe for now.

[thatoneautisticshark]

This, which I have been working on for ages and couldn't get right. They don't even fully fuck at the end lol.

But virgin soap gets his first dildo, and is feeling religious guilt. Price and Ghost help.

TW Sexually explicit, anxiety, religious guilt.

Johnny could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he carried the parcel through the halls. He felt like everyone knew exactly what was in the parcel, and everyone was staring.

Everyone knew good little Christian boy Johnny had bought a dildo.

He could feel his face heating up and had never been so grateful to see his door, quickly walking in and slamming the door.

He chucked the parcel on his bed, staring at it. He really bought this, and it was fine. It was natural to need release.

He tore open the parcel, revealing the unassuming black box, and jumped back as if he'd been burned.

Nope nope nope.

Never mind, he couldn't fucking do this.

He took about ten minutes to breath resting his head against the wall. He was being silly. He knew that.

But… he just couldn't.

But he also spent 60 bucks on that. He wasn't going to waste it. He needed to stop being a chicken, if only for the sake of his money.

He grabbed the box, ignoring his hands shaking and opened one of the flaps and into his hands fell… a small bottle of lube.

Strawberry flavoured.

Johnny squeaked, whole face turning bright red as he instinctively threw the bottle, it bouncing on his bed.

Strawberry flavoured? It was fucking flavoured? What the fuck? Oh he was going to hell for sure. As the lube came to a halt, he saw the note attached “A bonus because you are a fruit :)”

Johnny flushed, squeaking louder. Oh god, the lube was mocking him.

The lube knew.

He slid down the wall head between his knees, he needed to calm down. He wasn't going to die, no matter what his heart rate may suggest.

It was okay.It was lube and a dildo.

He nearly died on the regular for crying out loud, this was fine. It was no big deal.He grabbed the box. Pulling out the solid black dildo, feeling the weight in his hands, the silicon.

And nope no. He fucking couldn't. He shoved it and the lube away in a drawer if his night stand, burying his face in the pillow.

“Oh fuck I can't do this.”

It took him two days and about 60 different google searches and articles to finally pull it out again, setting it on his bed.

As he actually looked at it, he blinked in total disbelief. “For beginners? For beginners are they on fucking drugs this is huge … how am I even meant to… huh?”

Johnny sat on the bed, burying his head in his knees as tears streaked his face. He couldn't fucking do this, it was so wrong, he was guaranting himself a spot in hell by doing this.

God he was such a baby, a big strong military man fucking sobbing over a dildo!

He suddenly heard a knock on his door. “Johnny? Are you okay?”

Oh fuck that was Ghost.

“Mactavish? What's wrong?” Price was with him? Oh shit.

Johnny was so so glad he locked the door. He couldn't imagine his captain and Lieutenant walking in on this. Then he heard the door creaks open, and realised with absolute dread he in fact hadn't locked it.

And both of his bosses were walking in, on him sobbing on his head in front of a dildo. He couldn't move though, couldn't bring himself to sit up, to wipe his tears and tell them he was fine.

So instead he let his head drop against the pillows, still sobbing, albeit a little louder.

Price moved slowly into soaps field of vision. “Uhm… What happened son?” Soap heaved slightly still laying motionless on the bed and sobbing as he watched both Ghost and Prices eyes dart to the dildo.

Standing tall and proud on his pillow.

Ghost sat on the bed next to johnny, threading a hand into his mohawk. “Breathe Johnny. You're okay, what's going on?”

Johnny leaned into the hand, but continued to sob.

Price awkwardly patted his back “There there”

“God hates meeee!! He's gonna fucking smite me and I'm going to hell” Johnny burried his face back in the pillow, whole body shaking with sobs.

Ghosts voice came softer than Johnny had ever heard it. “God doesn't hate you, Johnny. What's wrong? Why do you think you are going to hell?”

Johnny gulped, breath hitching “Because I'm gayyy…. And like men … and I'm gonna burn in hell because I bought a dildooooo!”

His breath heaved again as he heard an inhale from one of the other men , but continues

”And it's a waste of money… b-because I can't even fucking … it's… I can'tttt it's confusing!” He heard an odd noise from Simon, but the hand in his hair didn't stop, and neither did Price patting his back.

Johnny was slowly beginning to register what he actually just said, to both his superiors, but didn't have time to back track before Simon was talking.

“Okay.. uh So… You've never done anything like this before… and you bought the dildo, but now you are feeling religious guilt… and you can't work out how to use it?”

Johnny flushed a bright red but nodded, slowly painstakingly lifting his head so he could see the other two men.

They were looking at each other silently communicating, something Johnny had always found exceedingly impressive -and hot. The way they just had to look at one another to decide something had always impressed Johnny.

However he was finding it much less cool when it was about him, he had no clue what they were working out about him, and it was humiliating and incredibly anxiety inducing.

Finally price silently nodded at Simon and the large man turned to Johnny, looking him dead in the eyes. “We could teach you Johnny, if you wanted.” Simon offered voice still that soft gentle tone as if Johnny would break if he was louder.

Then his brain suddenly caught up with what was said. He turned bright red, spluttering. They would help? What!?He wouldn't be against it, he loved both of them, and they were hot as fuck.

He really couldn't work this out alone. But where the hell did that offer come from?

Price seemed to take his silence as discomfort, moving to sit on the bed.

“Or we can just forget any of this happened if yo-”

Johnny scrambled to cut him off. “No no no no. I-...I want …” He gulped ..hoping that got the point across, without him having to explicitly say it.

Simon grinned, or atleast Johnny was fairly sure he did, because of the crinkle of his eyes. Something Johnny loved to pick up on.

Price moved a hand to gently stroke Johnny's thigh, nothing sexual about it, a simple bit of comfort, but it still made Johnny's dick throb.

“Okay… we'll discuss a few boundaries things and then start okay?”

Johnny nodded slowly sitting up, still bright pink, but he sat up anyways, squeaking as Ghost wrapped an arm round him, pulling him flush against that hot muscled chest.

Prices hands gently moved to the Scots hips, and he pressed a kiss to others forehead.

Simon rested his forehead against the back Johnny's head. “D’ye know safe words? Actually I'll assume not. Basically a way to say how you are feeling. So we'll just go traffic light okay”

Johnny frowned “What's the traffic light?” he murmured soft and uncertain.

Price smiled softly “It's a system of simple words to tell us how you are doing. So red is stop, Yellow is slow down, or take a break. Let you get your bearings, and green is all good.”

The captain gently rubbed his hands all up Johnny's torso, tough hands massaging the tension out of his muscles, letting the scot process.

Johnny nodded, committing it to memory, trying to calm his nerves, he knew he was okay, he trusted these two with his life, he could trust them with his virginity and arsehole.

He slowly relaxed against the chest of his lieutenant, leaning into the hands feeling up his body. It was okay, he knew this.

Simons deeper voice rumbled again, and Johnny could feel the chest under him vibrate. “If you say stop, we'll stop okay? Any time, no matter what. We want it to be good for you, alright love?”

And Johnny would be lying if he said that pet name didn't go right to his dick, the care and sweetness, while talking about fucking him, he nodded and felt himself being gently pushed down against the bed.

Price shifted gently placing pillows around Johnny..and then he placed a gentle kiss on his lips, before pulling back to watch the others reaction.

Johnny felt his whole face flush a bright pink, eyes blowing wide and mouth hanging open dumbly.

He had been kissed.

Kissed.

By Price! His hot arse captain. Price huffed slightly. “That okay lovie?”

He questioned softly while grabbing Soaps dildo and the strawberry lube, placing the dildo on the table, and the lube in Simon's hand.

Simon, who Johnny suddenly processed, had his mask off! Simon was completely bare faced, and he couldn't work out if Simon was pretty or hot. He was both so rugged and tough, with pretty curls and his soft eyes.

And Johnny swore if there was a heaven he was in it. Big gentle hands, he couldn't even tell who tugged his shirt over his head, and Simon dove down peppering gentle kisses all over Johnny's chest.

Johnny's head fell back against the pillows, a loud moan escaping his lips at the feeling the gentle kisses slowly turning more open mouthed and wet, Prices hand still on his hips.

It was already so so much, but it was …. Amazing. It felt so good he could barely register what was happening as hands roamed his skin, nails scraping and fingers squeezing.

Simon smirked as he took a nipple into his mouth, causing the Scots hips to buck up, and body tense.

Johnny was brought slightly back to reality by Prices hand finding his hair, grabbing but not yanking. Gently stroking it back. “Mouthy isn't Simon? Has an oral fixation I swear”

The normalcy of it could have made Johnny sob with relief, it was the men.he was comfortable with, and they were acting the same as always. It was so comfortable and safe.

Johnny barely got out an affirming hum, pressing his face against the hand in his hair, much like a cat. Ghost cooed softly placing wet, sloppy kisses down the Scots chest, stopping near the band of his trousers when the man under him tensed.

“Okay, Johnny? Can I keep going?”Johnny slowly nodded, uncertainly, although some of his fear disappeared once price tilted his head up, gently kissing him.

His lips moved clumsily bumping against prices, teeth gnashing slightly, until Price pulled back, still gently cupping Soaps jaw. “Lovie, have … have you ever kissed anyone?”

Johnny felt a bright red blush creeping up his face as he quickly shook his head.

Price's expression just softened even more. “Right. Just relax, let me kiss you, your lips will move naturally okay?”

Johnny nodded as those wonderful warm lips collided with his again, His captains tongue tracing his lips and hand cupping his face as if he were precious.

He had entirely forgotten about Simon until a warm heat engulfed his dick and his hips bucked up. He barely registered the slight gagging noise from below him, a guttural moan escaping his mouth.

He had never felt anything like that before it was so so hot. It felt amazing but weird.He was just getting his bearings slightly back, cracking his eyes open to see Simon, looking up at him through his lashes.

And then the fucking cunt hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Johnny's vision went white, eyes rolling back. He really felt Simon was attempting to suck his soul out through his dick.

He rolled over, a bit overwhelmed with sensations, burying his face in what he thought was a pillow, and quickly worked out was Price's thigh.

A warm hand came to rest in his hair again, and Price gently lifted his head. “colour, darling?"

Colour?

Johnny blinked dumbly at him, confused.

A thumb was gently rubbed along the bone under his eye. “Your colour love. Green, red or yellow” He clarified.

“Uhm..g-green.. it…it feels good” Johnny stuttered out, hiding his blushing face, as

Price cooed for communicating.

Johnny didn't think he'd ever been praised so much for talking. It was so overwhelming but so sweet.

He carefully cracked his eyes open looking down, and the sight made his dick throb. Simons hands were braced on the Scots thighs, and he was bobbing his head with fever.

He seemed to sense the gaze on him, looking up and making eye contact, directly while continuing to suck, before swallow Johnny all the way, nose buried in the dark curly pubes.

Johnny squeaked, cumming harder than he ever had before, cumming before he even realised he was. He buried his face in Price's thigh, moaning as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

He made incoherent noises, begging… for something, he didn't really know what he was begging for.

“Fuck … fuck… please..”

Price soothed him, letting him catch his breath until he finally looked down at Simon. Simon who had a mouth full of Johnny's cum, and was leaning up to kiss price with it.

Oh fuck.

His dick gave a valiant throb, even though there was no way in hell he could continue going. That was hot.

Price eagerly gulping down his cum, from Simons mouth, murmuring about how good it was.

God could get fucked, Johnny decided. He didn't give a shit was magical sky daddy felt, he evidently had never got his dick sucked like this.

[merafanbrainthatmerafans]

Hi! Could you make demon slayer reacting to Y/N lost her consciousness?

Also thanks for being so active at writing

Hey! Sorry couldn't write earlier I was really busy...

Demon Slayer Characters Reacting to Y/N Losing Consciousness

Hashira Reactions

🔹 Giyuu Tomioka

Internally panics but keeps a stoic face.

Immediately catches you before you hit the ground.

Checks for breathing and pulse, completely focused on your well-being.

Won’t leave your side until you wake up, quietly watching over you.

If anyone asks, he just grumbles, "They need rest." But deep down, he's terrified.

🔹 Shinobu Kocho

Medical mode ON—she’s already assessing you before your body even drops.

Tries to remain calm, but her grip tightens slightly as she checks your vitals.

If someone caused this, they better start running.

Once you wake up, expect a teasing but worried smile: "You really enjoy worrying me, don’t you?"

🔹 Rengoku Kyojuro

“Y/N!!!” (yells in pure shock)

Scoops you up like a prince carrying their beloved.

Doesn’t stop smiling but his eyes hold deep concern.

Keeps you close to his chest, making sure you feel warmth when you wake up.

When you regain consciousness: "You gave me quite the scare! But fear not! You are safe!"

🔹 Tengen Uzui

“Flashy people don’t just pass out!”

Completely freaks out, catching you before you touch the ground.

Tries to make you comfortable, brushing hair from your face.

His three wives immediately start fussing over you.

Once you wake up: "You owe me, Y/N. I lost 10 years off my life from that scare!"

🔹 Mitsuri Kanroji

Full-on PANIC MODE.

"OH MY GOSH, Y/N!! ARE YOU OKAY?!"

Tears up while holding your hand tightly.

Will not leave your side, holding you close like a protective cat.

Once you wake up, she hugs you instantly: "I was so scared! You have to take better care of yourself, okay?"

🔹 Muichiro Tokito

Blinks. Stares. Processes.

Casually kneels down, checking if you’re still breathing.

Zero panic, but 100% concern.

Waits silently by your side, staring at you with mild curiosity.

If you wake up confused, he just tilts his head: "Don’t pass out again. It's troublesome."

🔹 Sanemi Shinazugawa

Anger = his coping mechanism.

"Oi, dumbass! Wake up!" (yelling at you even though you clearly CAN’T.)

Picks you up so carefully though.

Will fight off anyone who comes near while you're unconscious.

When you wake up: "DON’T DO THAT AGAIN. I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD." (Proceeds to glare while secretly relieved.)

🔹 Obanai Iguro

Intense silence, but eyes full of fear.

Holds you close while Kaburamaru watches over you.

Stays near, whispering to himself, “They’ll wake up… they have to.”

When you regain consciousness, he looks away but quietly murmurs: "You scared me."

Upper Moon & Muzan Reactions

🔹 Muzan Kibutsuji

"...They’re not dead, are they?" (he says but is actually concerned.)

Stays near, examining you like a scientist.

If someone caused this? They’re dead within seconds.

When you wake up, he feigns indifference but leaves medicine near your bed.

🔹 Kokushibo

Concerned but unreadable.

"This is… unexpected."

Carries you gently like you’re made of glass.

Will not leave your side until he sees your eyes open again.

"You require more rest. Do not neglect yourself."

🔹 Douma

Joking on the outside, SCREAMING INTERNALLY.

"Oh dear! Did my precious Y/N get too overwhelmed by my charm?"

Tries to act nonchalant but doesn’t let go of you.

Will pamper you to the extreme once you wake up.

"You scared me, you know~! I might cry!" (he means it.)

Main Trio & Genya Reactions

🔹 Tanjiro Kamado

IMMEDIATE BIG BROTHER MODE ACTIVATED.

"Y/N?! Are you okay?!" Genuinely panics.

Checks your forehead, pulse, breathing, everything.

Doesn't relax until he sees you wake up.

"Please don’t scare me like that again… I thought I lost you."

🔹 Zenitsu Agatsuma

FLIPS OUT.

"Y/N?!? OH GOD, Y/N!!!!"

CRYING. Probably shaking you gently while sobbing.

Holds onto you dramatically, refusing to let go.

When you wake up: "I-I was so worried! I thought I’d never see you again!" (clingy for a week after this.)

🔹 Inosuke Hashibira

Confused and pissed.

"WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE?!"

Pokes you. Hard.

When you don’t respond immediately, his anger shifts to panic.

Once you wake up, he just grunts and crosses his arms: "Tch. I knew you weren’t weak." (relieved but won’t admit it.)

🔹 Genya Shinazugawa

Internalized panic, externalized anger.

"WHAT THE HELL?! Y/N?!"

Frantically tries to figure out what to do. Doesn’t trust anyone else with you.

Sits beside you in absolute silence until you wake up.

"Damn it… don’t scare me like that again." (gruff but incredibly worried.)

Final Notes

Every character reacts differently, but they ALL care.

Whether it’s panic, anger, or calm silence, they’ll always be there when you wake up. 🖤

[cruel-as-sin]

logan..... i take him to my penthouse and i freak it (and i freak it)......... and ideally i don't mischaracterize him in the process............ anyway logan wining and dining you. he takes you back to his place and plays bartender for you til youre drunk and needy and he fingerbangs you til youve cum seventeen times and youre seeing stars.................. is this anything :}

who told you that i have an intox kink.

who the FUCK told you that.

i didn’t tell you that!! who told you that??? how did you know that????

maybe my post about getting drunk off of logan’s blood was a giveaway…

anyway.

ZSBHDGDHXNZJDUHSBAJXJXHS

yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes.

i was picturing dofp logan with the grey steaks 😩 but you could imagine any logan

you're half a drink in when you start feeling that familiar ache between your legs. two drinks in and your eyes linger on his arms, biceps on display with the tank top he's wearing, veins practically taunting you. look at me, look at me, they say, and you're three drinks deep when you really start to listen.

four drinks in and you're now perched on his lap. he lets you rest there, his thigh your new chair as he pours himself another glass of whiskey. five drinks in and your panties are practically stuck to you. your whole body is aching, thrumming with need, and you know he sees it. you can tell by the flare of his nostrils, the glint in his eyes. but for some reason, he doesn't give it to you. he makes you wait.

on your sixth drink, your hips start to move against him. the thigh that serves as your seat now becomes a warm, hard surface for you to get off on, grinding against him with all the energy you can muster. he doesn't guide you, doesn't do anything but lean back and watch as he takes a drag from his cigar and a sip of his whiskey.

when you finish your sixth drink is when he pulls you in to kiss you. it's sudden, rough, claiming. you kiss him hard, deep, like the secrets of the universe lie within his lips. he pulls away, one hand staying on the back of your neck while the other reaches for the near-empty bottle of whiskey.

“you want one more, sweetheart?” it’s phrased as a question, but you know it’s really a command.

you nod eagerly, watching as he lifts the bottle to his lips, then leans forward to kiss it into your mouth. messy, burning, perfect.

only when the last drops of your seventh drink have been licked off your lips does he stand, wrapping his arms around your thighs and hoisting you up along with him.

he carries you to bed, laying you down and leaving kisses along your neck as he begins to pull your clothes off of you. you fumble with his shirt, trying to take it off, to see him, but he easily pushes your hands away. soon you’re bare before him, and the sight of your weeping cunt makes him smirk.

“look at you…” he swipes two fingers through your slick, brushing against your clit and making you whine. he grins at the sound, something predatory as he lifts his fingers to his mouth, groaning at the taste of you.

his eyes trail back down to your pussy, desperately clenching around nothing as he moves his hand closer to you. slowly, teasingly, he slides one finger into your cunt, and you let out a low, strangled moan.

you’re wet enough already that it doesn’t take long before he can fit in a second. then his pace is faster, his fingers curling up in a way that hits your sweet spot just right, and within only a couple more minutes you’re screaming his name.

but he doesn’t stop.

no, no, he’s not done with you yet. far from it, in fact, as you soon learn when he’s drawn another four orgasms out of you and doesn’t seem intent on stopping.

nine orgasms in and you’re crying, nearly sobbing from the overwhelming pleasure, your body almost giving out, but he just keeps going.

“you wanted this.” he says mockingly after your twelfth orgasm passes and you’re begging him to stop. “be grateful and take it.”

and when your pleas turn to moans again, he just smiles, fingers never stopping as he coos at you. “that’s it, there we go. good girl.”

seventeen orgasms in- you think. really, you’ve lost count, your mind having long ago melted out of you. all you can think about is him, all you are is him and the feeling of pleasure between your legs, thighs twitching from the aftershock.

maybe he’ll stop? maybe.

do you want him to stop?

he gives you a moment, just a moment of reprieve, before his fingers are moving again, ignorant to your whines and tears. “you can give me one more, can’t you darlin’?”

deep down, you know it won’t just be one more.

you don’t want him to stop.

i need to be sedated.

[cyarikacyare]

Another section from the fic that shall not see the full light of day (probably), but I love the Rexsoka moments in it

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He heard footsteps coming down the hallway and he straightened up from his stance leaning against the wall. Relief flooded his mind when he saw Ahsoka walking towards him, though her head was down. She hadn’t seen him.

“Sir,” Rex said gently when Ahsoka was a couple feet from the door.

Ahsoka’s head shot up, eyes wide -and bloodshot and puffy.

“It’s just me!” Rex said holding his hands up. “Only me.”

Ahsoka looked away and opened her door. “You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t come…”

“I’m sorry, but I needed to make sure you were safe,” Rex answered quietly.

Rex watched Ahsoka’s shoulders drop as she gripped the doorway.

“Rex,” she whispered. And there it was again. The voice crack. “You know you should go.”

“Do you want me to?” Rex whispered back.

He saw her shake and heard a sob escape her. She shook her head.

Slowly -so slowly- Rex reached across the distance between them and grabbed her dangling hand.

She didn’t pull away.

She squeezed his hand. Then pulled him into her room and shut the door behind.

Ahsoka was facing away from him, leaning on the door, forehead pressed against it. She was still crying.

Rex, still holding her hand, guided her away from the door, and sat down in her chair, forcing her to look down at him.

“Where were you?” Rex asked quietly. “What happened? I saw Skywalker talking with you after the battle. I thought you would be here; where were you?”

Ahsoka took a shaky deep breath, but it only resulted in more tears, more sobs wracking her body. She collapsed to the floor and rested her head against the leg of the desk.

Rex knelt down beside her, squeezing her hands tightly.

“Sir, please tell me where you were.” He didn’t bother hiding the concern. He didn’t bother hiding the anger that was building in his chest.

.

.

🧡💙

[ondeemand]

Transformers One Review

For the sake of convenience, I’ll be referring to the characters as their new names (Optimus Prime, Megatron, Bumblebee) instead of their old ones (Orion Pax, D-16, B-127).

Also, I didn’t grow up with Transformers, so this will be mostly from an outsider’s perspective. I can’t tell what possibly was or wasn’t a retcon or how accurate to the source material it was, but I think the background info on their world held up very well and they were able to explain it clearly to new viewers like me. It definitely would have hit harder if I grew up with Transformers and knew more than just facts from cultural osmosis, but I still enjoyed the movie a lot.

Notes/Things I’m Neutral On

Very weird to hear my name (Dee) being said throughout most of the movie by Chris Hemsworth’s bad American accent.

Also, I forgot that Megatron has transformed into ground vehicles before. I only ever knew him to turn into a jet, so I was kind of confused that he was a tank in this movie. I hope we get to see him get upgraded to a jet in the next one, but the tank is still cool.

Pros/Things I Liked

Simple but effective color theory with their eye colors. Main good guys have blue while Megatron has yellow, sitting between good and bad. Still a friendly color at first, but slowly turns closer to orange and then fully red as his anger and hatred consume him (and after he met the red-eyed Starscream, a cowardly man who ends up enabling Megatron‘s more violent/aggressive tendencies)

○ Also I don’t know if I was just seeing things, but it looked like Megatron’s eyes got more yellow whenever he looked at Optimus which is so sad and so gay.

I really thought they were gonna push a romance between Elita and either Bumblebee (goofy manchild x competent woman trope) or Optimus (male lead x female lead, blue x pink), but I was pleasantly surprised that they didn’t. Sadly, there’s still time for it in future installments, but I can dream.

Not to be gay, but spider woman sexy. Airachnid was so obviously evil that it was funny, but I can’t fault Sentinel for having her around because I, too, would want a deadly goth woman to be my right-hand lady. They felt like the evil, less developed versions of Mustang and Hawkeye. I am in love.

The animation is gorgeousssss. The environments, the character designs, the fight choreography, the transformations, the lighting, the texture, mwah mwah MWAH STUNNING!!!

○ Sorry, I’m never gonna stop talking about this. The way they were able to make square/blocky figures move so fluidly was fantastic (and proof of concept that a fully animated Minecraft movie would have worked). ○ The camera angles were also great for framing both the dramatic, intense, and/or high-action moments like fights or chase scenes, while also adding a lot to the comedic moments. Like when the camera stays tracking Optimus’ face when running through the forest, only for him to suddenly fall down a cliff neither he nor us saw coming, only to then zoom out to the perspective of the guards below, showing them stumbling and falling. ○ The contrast between the mechanical and organic elements on the surface were really cool, and the way it was introduced was able to convey this idea that organic life was this strange, alien thing. ○ The way the surface just rebuilds itself into these jagged, blocky terrains was really unique and interesting! It felt like a glitched computer model because of its rougher shapes which really added to the fear and hostility of the surface.

90% of their jokes landed and they landed hard. The bit where Optimus looks like he’s about to transform and then just fucking books it is incredible. The audio and camera work help add to these as well, like the music building as Optimus pretends to transform, the camera zooming in close to different parts of him, only for all background noise to cut out as it shows Optimus running away. I won’t name every joke and quip I found funny or we’d be here all day, but they’re certainly a highlight of the movie.

I love Keegan-Michael Key, but I wasn’t a fan of him as the comic relief character of Toad in the Mario movie. When Bumblebee showed up I got a little nervous, but I really loved his performance of the character.

I really liked the midpoint pep talk about hope. That’s a really nice reason that Optimus is the leader despite not being as skilled as other people. He has the hope for a better future and it was a core part of his character from the beginning, and I really like the idea that a leader is someone who can envision a brighter future no matter what.

Alpha Trion transforming was SICK AS FUCK!!! I love that he was more animalistic when the rest of the cast become vehicles. His final fight was so cool, and it actually made me kind of emotional to see him at the end with the rest of the Prime ghosts.

The stabbings? The beheadings?? The branding??? The way Megatron tore Sentinel in half and then ripped his heart out on-screen holy shit???? This movie was incredibly brutal and I loved it. It’s such an interesting phenomenon that children’s media is allowed to be about as graphic as they want as long as it’s against robots, even incredibly sentient ones like in the Transformers series.

○ I watched the 1986 Transformers movie for a class earlier this year, and while it also had a lot of brutality in it’s fights, the new movie felt more intense. Part of this could be attributed to me watching the 2024 movie on a big screen vs the 1986 movie in my living room, but there are other reasons as well. The 1986 movie had more upbeat songs playing over the fights, specifically songs like The Touch and Dare, which helped keep the tone lighter and more exciting. The 2024 movie didn’t have anything like that, allowing the action, while still cool and exciting, to take on a more serious tone. This is also emphasized by the graphics of the movie being 3D instead of 2D. While the 2D 1986 movie is a stunning masterpiece, people still view it with the idea in mind that, since it’s a cartoon, the stakes and story will be less intense. The 2024 movie being 3D with very detailed graphics and lighting already has more visual intensity. The characters are still these bright, poppy colors, but they can come across more moody and dark due to the environments, lighting, and textures that the 3D medium more easily allows. And while the painted backgrounds and cell shading of the old movie are great, the CGI backgrounds are a lot closer to realism, so the harsher elements like metal and rock, which make up a vast majority of the environment and characters, look real too.

The way Megatron’s hate consumed him to the point where he started acting more villainous and, while not entirely similar to Sentinel, still ended up hurting innocent people was tragic. Trying to push away and deny everything about a person only to wind up being just like them. This was perfectly shown in the end credit scene where Megatron is branding himself and the new Decepticons with Megatronus Prime’s face. To him, it may be him reclaiming the traumatic experience and literally using it like a badge of honor, as well as thinking he’s honoring Megatronus Prime. But in reality, he’s just inflicting the same trauma done to him onto others, just like Sentinel. Such a cool way to show how every villain is the hero of their own story.

The doomed yaoiiiiii I’m never gonna get over them. The only other Transformers media I’ve consumed is the 1986 movie, which kills off Optimus Prime in the first 25 minutes and Megatron becomes Galvatron, so I never knew the depths of their homoerotic relationship.

I’m a sucker for “the hero and villain used the be friends (and maybe even lovers?)” trope, so Optimus and Megatron’s relationship and the general premise of the movie was already a slam dunk for me.

I’m also a fan of legacy stories like Avatar and She-Ra. While this movie didn’t get as in-depth with the concept, I enjoyed that they played with the idea of legacy and taking up the mantle of the former Primes.

I absolutely loved the end message that Optimus gives us. Hope, freedom, and autonomy are incredibly important things to learn, and as a trans person who very much wants to keep control over what I do with my body, I really resonated with that last one. I think it’s really cool that they included a message like that in this children’s movie about robots that turn into cars.

Regarding the message of autonomy, I love that it gives the term Autobots a new meaning. Auto meaning “automobile”, since they transform into cars, and Auto meaning “self”, as they are now fully their own bots with control over themselves.

Cons/Things I Disliked

Mid vocal performances from everyone except Brian Tyree Henry and Keegan-Michael Key. And as I mentioned before, it was hard not to focus on Chris’ attempts at an American accent, not to mention how recognizable his, as well as Scarlett Johansson’s, voices are.

The plot felt a little disjointed in the first 1/3-ish.

○ Good setup with the main characters being an oppressed working class with one dreaming of better things and the other hesitant to fall out of line or take risks. But then suddenly there’s a race, and then they’re in it, and then they lose, and then their leader wants to promote them. At first it feels like there are hints that he’s a scummy celebrity-type and that meeting their hero is what will spur on the disillusionment with their society. But then some random douchebag that doesn’t like them reassigns them which goes against their leader’s command, and that’s how the plot kicks off? ○ Also, Elita’s involvement felt kind of rushed/hand-waved. They all get stuck on the surface, but instead of trying to make her way back to report them like she was saying she would for the past few minutes, she makes a complete 180 and heads the expedition herself. ○ It all just felt a little strange, but once it got going the rest of the plot felt fine.

Megatron’s descent into “evil” felt kind of rushed. I understand that he feels betrayed and I really love where the character ends up by the end, but it felt like a real 180 without a lot of build up.

Some jokes fell flat or felt annoying and kinda cringe. That’s the territory of children’s movies though, so par for the course.

TLDR

Overall, this movie was a really fun watch and I’d love to go see it again. While some parts fall a little flat, the movie is lifted from mediocrity by its many Pros. From the stunning visuals, to the quick humor, to the tragic origins of two friends driven apart by their ideals, I’d recommend this movie to anyone interested in animation or the Transformers brand.

8.82/10

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[awomanunkind]

the messy hair hanging around the headphones oh my god just kill me now

[melissa-leaf]

this man just broke my heart

[acourtofquestions]

"Everything I did was for them, you know." His chest ached. "For your kids?" She studied her hands, the imposing ruby ring on one of her fingers. "I haven't seen them since they were eighteen months old. Not even a picture." But she'd known them on sight today. Had known what grade they'd be in, remembered where the school was on this ship, and run directly there.

[beanghostprincess]

Help I just finished the usopp v luffy fight and now I'm crying (I know what happens later and I knew this was coming but still)

I can give you a hug, a gun, or a therapist. I personally recommend the first one because I don't have money for a therapist and you need to live to keep watching the show so. Yeah. Do you want a hug-

[everybuddiewantssome]

I'm doing great thanks for asking